Date: Sat, 4 Dec 1999 03:00:17 EST
From: VIHoa@aol.com
Subject: "After 'N SYNC 1"
Hello all! First I would like to wish everyone a "Happy Holidays!"
Okay, now for those who have wondered where have I been for the past couple
of months, I would like to explain. For those who have never read my story
before, skip the next couple of paragraphs, or go straight to the story.
Okay, if you're reading this part of my open statement, then you
care! First thing's first. I would like to give a heart felt "Thank you"
to all of those who have sent me e-mail asking of my whereabouts and if I
would continue writing "After 'N SYNC?" Well, obviously I have. But I've
started over. See, I seriously didn't want to go back to this story
because... well... I wasn't happy with the way the story was going. I
wanted it to be about all of 'N SYNC, but really, a lot of the characters
weren't as developed as I wanted. I didn't even touch the story for almost
two months.
It wasn't until the e-mails came pouring in that I decided to start
up again. But not from where I left off. No. I re-wrote the whole story.
Some parts remained the same, but you'll notice a significant change as you
read. Very significant. I took out some characters and added some. Some
of the characters that stayed have new story lines, and some remained the
same.
I hope you all enjoy this. I feel that this version of "After 'N
SYNC" is by far superior to my other story, and I hope you feel that way
also. Comments and suggestions can be sent to vihoa@aol.com Happy reading!
****
(^_^) Disclaimer: This story is not meant to suggest anything about the
celebrities mentioned. I have the utmost respect for the members of 'N
SYNC, Mariah Carey, Brandy Norwood, Monica Arnold, their families, and so
forth. Their private lives are theirs. This is merely fiction.
Furthermore, it's set in the future y'all! Come on now!
*****
Chapter 1: A New Beginning By: Phil
*****
As the sun began to set over the Floridian horizon, a light sea
breeze began to rustle the tall weeping willows surrounding the First
Baptist Church of Orlando. A very traditional church. It's main chapel
reached three stories high, with its steeple soaring three more stories
above it. The front had two high double, oak doors that lead into the
foyer. On either side of the door were two Roman columns, supporting the
front of the church. The foyer was extravagantly ornate. Cool, pink
marble floors with marble columns to match. Today, the foyer had been
laced in orchids and lilies. They were strung over head the doorways and
up the banisters of the two staircases, one on each side of the foyer,
leading up to the balcony on the second story of the chapel.
From outside, luxury cars and limousines began to pull up as
valets, dressed in white shirts with black vests and pants, scurried to
park each one. No one paid any particular attention to the first few guest
since they were just "nameless" family members, no one of great importance.
All celebrities knew to arrive, as the old saying goes, "fashionably late."
So it was no wonder that when a black, top-of-the-line BMW 7-series pulled
up to the front of the building, everyone's head turned to see who would
step out of it.
He was very handsome man, slim, with incredibly defined cheekbones.
He had a sort of James Dean/Buddy Holly quality to him that attracted
everyone's attention. Two of the valets hurried to the passenger side of
the car and opened the door at the same time, allowing two very beautiful,
ebony women to step out. Immediately the paparazzi went to work. The
deafening sound of digital cameras charging up was enough to make anyone
with celebrity status run for cover. Luckily, the paparazzi were confined
to the streets and had to take their pictures by climbing over the walls.
The two women frantically ran inside the church, for they were without make
up and had arrived in casual street clothes. The man accompanying them was
less concerned about the paparazzi and more concerned about the reason he
had ventured back to Orlando.
He gave the paparazzi a few smiles for them to get frenzied over
and proceeded into the church. As the doors close behind him, he could hear
the paparazzi shout more and more names. It seemed like more famous people
arrived.
The chapel was tastefully decorated with a white and baby blue
theme. Ribbons streamed from floor to ceiling. Wicker arches, laced with
freshly cut lilies and lilacs were placed going down the center aisle.
Bouquets of flowers were also placed along the walls. In the middle of all
of this was Diane Bass, mother of the groom, James Lance Bass. Diane had
the job of wedding coordinator. "No! Those flowers go to the right of the
altar!" She yelled towards the hired help. The two men promptly followed
her directions and hurried to get out of her way. If anything, they've
learned not to mess with the mother of the groom. "Alright then...
flowers, decorations, groom's men, best m... best man? BEST MAN!"
"I'm right here." Diane quickly turned around to see a very lean,
tall, and suave looking man resembling James Dean.
"Oh Joshua! Good, good... you're here. Can't start the wedding
without the best man." JC smiled at Diane's comment. "Do you have the
ring?" Diane asked with fear in her voice.
"It's right here Diane." JC replied as he patted his tux pocket.
"Don't worry." JC assured.
Diane gave a sigh of relief and took a once over on JC, "My JC...
you have not changed one bit. Still as handsome as ever." She laughed.
Even though it's been years since they've last met, Diane could always get
JC to blush with just the slightest compliment. "Okay... we have everyone
on the groom's side now, how about the bride's side? Danielle's here...
Stacy's getting ready in the back... Monica and Brandy?" Diane pondered
out loud as she looked up at JC.
"Oh, they're in the back. They made a mad dash into the church
before the paparazzi could get his camera to charge up." JC chuckled,
along with Diane.
"I'm sure they looked fine without make up." Diane commented.
"That's what I said! Will you please go back there and tell them
that natural beauty is just as good as beauty by Channel, Este Lauder,
Lacome..."
"I will JC, but some other time. The wedding's going to start in a
little more than an hour and..."
"Say no more Diane." JC interrupted. "I'll just go and check on
your son." JC smiled.
"Alright. He's in his dressing room." Mrs. Bass directed as she
glanced back down at her checklist.
"Thanks Mrs. B. See you in a few." Diane smiled and waved JC off.
*****
Dear James,
Hey buddy! It's been awhile huh? First, I want to apologize to
you. I want to apologize for not keeping in touch like we promised.
You're my bro, now and forever. I love you... more than you could ever
know. I'm sorry, but there are just some things that prevented me from
ever answering your letters, e-mail, phone calls, etc. I hope you can
forgive me for that. And for what else I am going to announce in this
letter.
By that, I mean that I hope you forgive me for declining the
invitation to your wedding with Danielle. I'm sorry. Lance... James...
I'm sorry, that's all I can say. I wish you two all the happiness that God
allows unto humanity and more. Live well James. I love you.
Your friend, brother, and more, Justin Randall Timberlake
*****
A single tear fell from Lance's jade eyes, landing on the parchment
containing Justin's decline on the invitation to his wedding. The teardrop
soaked into the paper, causing the ink to smear and run off the edge.
Lance clutched onto the letter with his hand, trying desperately to hold in
the tears. He didn't want it to show how much Justin's refusal to come to
his wedding had hurt him. He didn't want to show how much Justin meant to
him, how much he loved him. Too late, the tears streamed down one after
the other. "Not even a reason..." Lance sobbed as he thought about the man
who he thought was the love of his life. "Justin..."
Lance's feet were now failing him. He rested his hand on the
dresser to steady himself as he coped with the fact that the one person he
wanted to be at his wedding was not attending. Justin has been in Lance's
mind for the past couple of weeks. This day was to be the first day that
he would have seen Justin in more that five years. Lance ran his fingers
through his spiky, blond hair as he continued thinking. It would also be
the last day he would see Justin as a single man. Lance steadied himself
and slowly walked over to a plush armchair that was placed in a corner, on
the opposite end of the groom's dressing room. During his walk, he reread
Justin's letter over and over, taking every stroke of ink for all that it
was worth. "Maybe it's for the best." Lance said to himself as he slowly
lowered himself into the seat.
Lance looked up from Justin's letter to look at the room around
him. His eye caught the attention of a gold platted clock hanging from the
wall above the double doors leading out of the dressing room. "In one
hour, I will be married to Danielle Fishel," Lance thought to himself as
his eyes continued to wander around the groom's dressing room, "She's the
only woman that made me forget about Justin, even in it was for only a
brief moment. Danielle is special, she's my fiancÚ, and in one hour
she'll be my wife." A small smile began to grow on face, but was quickly
exiled as his fingers rubbed against the piece of parchment that he held in
his grasp. "It's for the best Justin, for both of us. I wouldn't be able
to handle giving myself over to a life with Danielle when the person I
would like to hand myself over to sits in the audience watching us." Lance
looks down to Justin's letter, letting the last tears of love for the 'N
SYNCer known as "Shot" fall from his jade green eyes.
As the last tear ran down his porcelain skin, a knock emanates from
his door, causing Lance's head to lift from it drooping position. "Who is
it?" Lance frantically asks as he runs up to the mirror on the dresser.
"It's me, Josh, can I come in?" A smooth voice announces from the
other side of the tastefully ornate double door that lead into Lance's
dressing room.
"Umm... yeah... hold on for a minute alright?" Lance yells as he
wipes his face with his hands, trying to rid the salty streams and flushed
face that his tears had left behind.
"Lance? Are you okay in there?" JC asks from behind the door.
"Yeah. I'll let you in in a minute." Lance called out as he
grabbed an antique pitcher that was sitting on the edge of his dresser,
filled with cold water and poured it into the washbowl that it had been
sitting in. Lance then grabbed a neatly folded towel that had been placed
next to the pitcher and soaked it in the cold water. After a couple
seconds of submersion in the cool water, he pulled the towel out and rung
it dry. He then began to wipe his face, trying to cover up any indication
that he had been crying.
"You're not getting cold feet in there are you Lance?" JC
chuckled. The door to the groom's dressing room then opens. "Guess not."
JC steps into the white room to find Lance starring into the mirror
adjusting his tie. "So today's the day." JC states as he watches his long
time friend placing a pin in his tie.
"Yes sir. Today is the day I become a married man." Lance agreed,
as he took another glance into the mirror. He then looked back down to the
counter to get his cufflinks when he noticed Justin's letter laying there,
open. He quickly snatched it up from the table and folds the letter,
carefully, as if it was the most valuable thing in the world to him, which,
at the moment, it was.
JC smiled and turns to a long mirror on the wall adjacent to the
one Lance was facing and began to straighten out his tux. "I can't believe
it. First Justin and Britney, then Chris and Mariah, and now you and
Danielle. Geeze, I better be careful or Monica's gonna get ideas." JC
joked as he returned his attention to Lance. Lance quickly and carefully
places the letter in his tux pocket next to his heart, hoping that JC
didn't notice it.
"Huh?" Lance asked, drawing JC's attention away from Lance's
actions.
"Well, look at that! You didn't even listen to what I said. Not
even married and you already have Danielle on the brain. That's so sweet!"
JC cooed.
"Yeah... Danielle." Lance comments sheepishly. "So, did you just
get here?"
"Yup, Monica and I just pulled up to the chapel a few minutes ago."
JC explained, sitting himself on the counter, facing Lance, who pulls a
stool from under the makeup table and also sits down.
"How is the ever seductive Monica Arnold? Still as sassy and
outspoken as ever?" Lance asks looking into JC's crystal blue eyes.
"She's still an 'Angel of Mine'. Always has been, always will be."
JC smiles.
"By the way you said that, it sounds like you're ready to follow us
down the aisle." Lance chuckled.
"Oh no...we're not there yet. Monica and I already had this
discussion and agreed that it wasn't the right time for us right now.
We're happy with loving each other the way we are right now." JC confessed
as he takes another glance in the mirror to check his hair, as Lance smiles
at JC and Monica's decision.
"You know what? I've been so busy in here, I haven't gotten to
check outside, who's here?"
"Umm... Well, me and Monica..."
"Other than you two Josh."
"Your sister Stacy, Brian, Nick, Kevy Kev, AJ, your family,
Danielle's family, my mom and dad, Chris' mom, Beverly, Lynn, Janet,
Gloria, and a couple more people. It's a really small turn out." JC
explained.
"We didn't want a big ceremony. Small and simple was the theme."
"Ah, I see. So you didn't want to include Justin, Chris, Mariah,
and Joey in the theme?" JC asked, wondering where 'N SYNC was.
"Chris and Mariah cancelled. So did Justin and Joey."
"They WHAT?!?!"
"Chris and Mariah both had unbreakable schedules and told me weeks
in advance. They did, however; say that they would pick up the tab for a
month long honeymoon for Danielle and I in France. So it's all good."
Lance smiled, still wishing that his long time friend and his business
partner was there waiting in the pews. "Joey... It was strange, but he
said that he had some personal, family issues to deal with. Not to mention
his health didn't allow for him to travel here." Lance frowned. JC also
shook his head in disappointment.
"I told him all that drinking would lead to his destruction." JC
chastised.
"His friend's suicide didn't even help either," Lance added.
"Yeah, he did it a couple of days after his wife's death during her
difficult pregnancy. That poor boy was still born and taken away before
his father could see him. Three deaths are too much for anyone to handle,
especially Joey. Now he's got to take care of the son his friend left
behind." JC said as he shook his head.
"How is Gavin anyway? I heard that he's turning into a fine,
strapping young man now." Lance asked.
"Oh yes, Gavin's got the perfect profile for living on the island
of Los Angeles. He's aspiring to be in entertainment. Joey's got his hand
full with that one, but... he's already a veteran of 'show biz'. He'll
lead the way." JC smiled. "And Justin?"
Lance was about to breakdown again after hearing JC mention
Justin's name, but miraculously, was able to maintain his composure.
"Justin couldn't make it." Lance answered frankly.
"Any reason?" JC asked.
"No. No reason." Lance answered, returning his attention to the
wedding, in hopes that busying himself will get his mind off Justin.
JC looked onto to Lance, thinking about Justin's strange reply.
Then it hit him. "Britney..."
"Huh?" Lance asked.
"Huh?" JC asked back.
"Did you say something?" Lance asked.
"Did I say something?" JC asked back.
"You said something, and I didn't listen, was it important?" Lance
asked.
"Oh... umm... I just asked... how... your life has been." JC
covered. "You've been over here on the east coast while everyone else is
over in LA."
"Well, I still manage artists, even though Free Lance Management
merged with Mariah's Crave Records. Being co-President and CEO of the
largest entertainment company in the world with Mariah is hard work!"
Lance explained.
"I bet. So are the rumors true about you coming over to LA? I
heard that Elenem Entertainment's music department is moving to the
building across from Elenem's motion picture department."
"It's true. The building was just completed and we'll be fully up
and operational by the time I get back from France if not sooner." Lance
said as he finished fastening his cufflinks.
A light laugh started to come from JC causing Lance to turn towards
him in wonder. "What?"
"Oh nothing, I'm just reminded of the corny way you and Mariah came
up with 'Elenem.'" JC chuckled.
"Hey! We were tired and it was late. 'L' and 'M'... Elenem. I
think it sounds sophisticated.
"Whatever man... you're company."
"That's right! Elenem... learn it, live it, love it." Lance
smiled in confidence.
JC returned the smile, when something suddenly dawned on him.
"Hey, with you moving to Los Angeles, that means that the gang will be back
together again! You, me, Chris, Joey, and Justin!" JC said bright eyed.
"Maybe we can start up 'N SYNC again? This time we'll be managing it
ourselves and doing things our way."
"Oh no! We've all moved on from 'N SYNC. Not to mention that
you've just released your second solo album... which, may I remind you, you
have to get your plans for promotion into me. You know how I like to run
things, and if you're gonna be on my label..."
"Yeah, yeah.... I've gotta get organized and get on the ball." JC
continued. "Still bitchy Lance."
The two dear friends continued to talk, occasionally reminiscing,
occasionally laughing, but always enjoying each other's company. As a
moment of silence came between the two, it was quickly cut off by a tapping
sound on the door.
"Who is it?" JC asked as Lance turned to the mirror to apply some
make up to conceal his blemishes.
"It's me babe." A soulful voice answers. JC stands up from the
plush chair that he had been sitting in and rushes to the door. As the
door slowly opened, the most outstanding pair of ebony goddesses stepped
into Lance's dressing room.
Monica Arnold was the first to enter. Her dark brown hair had been
swept up into an elegant bun, held in place with a baby blue silk ribbon
and a couple diamond-studded hairpins. Her face gave off a subtle brown
glow as her ebony eyes and smile brightened up the room. A solitaire
diamond necklace graced Monica's neck as a baby blue shawl hung on her arms
and around her back. Her bride's maid dress was baby blue and flowing,
defining Monica's perfectly trim figure.
Brandy Norwood followed her into Lance's dressing room wearing the
same dress and jewelry. Her hair was in thin braids, curled and bouncy.
She still possessed her picture perfect smile and exotic eyes that pulled
you into them. She brought an air of elegance and enchantment where ever
she went.
JC reached out and pulled Monica in a loving embrace. His strong
arms wrapped themselves around Monica's body and held tight. "How long has
it been since I've told you I loved you?" JC whispered into Monica's ear.
"Since I last saw you, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again."
Monica suggested.
"I love you." JC smiled as he gazed into Monica's seductive eyes.
Monica returned the gaze and stared into JC's crystal blue eyes as
her lips began to part. "I love you also Joshua Chasez." The two began to
kiss passionately as Lance and Brandy stood watching, forgotten.
"So how have you been Brandy?" Lance asked the ebony diva, taking
their attention off of Monica and her boyfriend JC.
"Oh, hey Lance! I've been great, but enough about me... today's
your day. You're gonna be married in less than," Brandy pauses for a
moment and turns her head to look at the gold platted clock, hanging above
the door, before continuing, "20 minutes?!?! We've gotta get going!
Lance, are you done?" Lance nodded his head, signifying that he was done.
"Okay... Monica? Mon, hon... we've gotta get going."
"Umm... yeah... sure thing B... just give... me ummm...
Mmm..." Monica was in too much bliss to stop JC from kissing her neck and
lips to stop him. Brandy had to take the initiative and hurry them out
before they're gonna miss the wedding.
"Alright you two! Don't make me turn the hose on you!" Brandy
warned as Lance tried to keep in his laughter. Monica and JC both shot
Brandy a wicked stare before releasing each other from their embrace.
The four friends proceeded to exit the room and head for the chapel
when Lance stopped the group. "Hey, y'all go ahead, I just wanna take a
quick peek at my bride."
"Lance hon, you do know that it's less than twenty minutes 'til
show time right?" Monica asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not to mention, it's bad luck!" Brandy added, throwing in her two
cents.
"Yeah, yeah... I know, just one last time as a single man...
that's all." Lance pleaded. Monica slowly sighed as she then nodded her
head.
"Three minutes... In three minutes I want to see that firm ass of
yours on the altar." Monica warned.
"HEY!" JC shouted in disapproval as Lance blushed.
"Your ass is firm too Josh..." Monica said to satisfy her
boyfriend before turning to Brandy and whispering, "Men..." Brandy
snickered as she and Monica strolled arm in arm towards the chapel with JC
in tow. Lance watched as the three left his sight before turning around
and walking in the opposite direction.
As he walked down the long corridor, he was reminded of that phrase
he's heard so many times in movies about convicts on death row, "DEAD MAN
WALKING!" He could almost see the arms, with mirror in hand, sticking out
of the walls to see the face of the man that was headed towards the end.
"That's foolish!" Lance told himself, "Marrying Danielle is NOT a death
sentence." He cleared his mind and filled it with happier thoughts of old
times with 'N SYNC, the best days of his life.
As he slowed his pace down, a smile grew on Lance's face as he
thought about the day the five of them shot "Tearin' Up My Heart." "That
was probably the easiest video we've ever done." Lance thought to himself
as he remembered just acting silly and jumping off of balconies and eating
pizza. Then his mind shot back to when he and Justin spent hours
rehearsing the three seconds they were up front together. "Punch, punch,
punch, nod, spin left, spin right, round house." Lance said to himself.
It seemed so easy now, but back then was a different story. Lance began to
remember how he would always spin right when Justin spun left, and how he
just couldn't seem to get the round house right. He always seemed to fall
on his ass. When the choreographer gave up, Justin stepped in. Lance
slowly began to reminisce about the hours Justin spent with Lance alone as
he continued down the hall. That was where his love for Justin grew and
flourished.
"Come on Lance, one more time and then that's it." A young,
southern voice encouraged.
"Forget it Justin! I should just do what the choreographer says
and let Joey come in front with you."
"NO! You're gonna get this right! You're gonna be up in the front
with me! We're in this together and I'm gonna make sure you get these
moves down even if I have to spend the rest of my life with you! Now come
on." Lance continued down the hall as images of him and Justin, hot and
sweaty, giving the dance routine one last try.
"Come on Lance, say the moves with me... GO!" The two of them
began the routine, shouting out each move in unison. "PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH,
NOD, SPIN LEFT, SPIN RIGHT, ROUND HOUSE!"
Justin immediately made a mad dash to turn off the music as Lance
continued with the routine. As the music died down, so did Lance's
dancing. Lance whipped the sweat off his brow before looking at Justin.
As he turned his head, his eyes met with the most gorgeous pair of crystal
blue eyes. So blue that they would make the Meditteranian jealous.
"You did it Lance!" Justin shouted in congratulations.
Lance could remember the next moments as if it were yesterday.
Justin ran up to Lance and pulled him in a huge hug. The two of them were
so happy, their movements so fast that they both collapsed on the floor.
Justin laying on top of Lance. Their hot bodies breathing in unison. "See
Lansten! I knew you had it in you!" Justin congratulated as he wiped the
sweat from his brow with his hand. Lance was breathing too heavily to get
in a word. All he could do was lay there, underneath Justin, starring into
his sparkling eyes once more.
"I could have never done it without you Justin." Lance said with
sincerity. The two remained still for the next few moments, staring deep
into each other's eyes. Words were not necessary for they both knew what
the other was thinking. As the seconds past, their faces came closer...
lips, almost... almost touch ...
WALL!!!
Too late. Lance walked right into a wall, knocking him out of his
daydream. "That wasn't so smart... especially for a grown man." Lance
said as he rubbed the area of impact. He stood up and straightened himself
out. "You can't keep doing this to yourself. You are going to marry
Danielle! Forget about what could have been with Justin! It's never going
to happen!" Lance screamed in thought. He knew he was right. His mind
was telling him what was right, but if it's right... then why won't his
heart agree?
"Is someone out there?" He heard a familiar voice ask. Lance
looked to his immediate right to see the door to Danielle's dressing room.
Her voice brought him back to earth. Back to the white chapel in Orlando,
back to Danielle, back to...
"No one's out there babe. Now come here. I've never done it in a
church before."
Lance couldn't believe his ears! He couldn't believe what he was
hearing. He approached the door and turned the knob, slowing cracking open
the door. Inside, he could only see a mirror reflecting Danielle's image.
Nothing else. A feeling of relief over came him for a moment, before he
saw a pair of arms wrapping themselves around Danielle's waist. "How 'bout
it Danielle? One last romp before you a married woman?" The voice
suggested.
"Who said that this would be a 'last romp'?" Danielle answered
with a cocked eyebrow and sinister smile. "Oh, Howie!" She moaned as her
lover began kissing the nape of her neck.
It was true; he wasn't hearing things. A tear formed in Lance's
eye as he witness the future he had planed, dying before it had a chance to
start. Lance remained frozen, hurt... only able to muster out a frail,
"No..."
*****
The great island of Los Angeles glistened in the twilight. A
shining beacon of prosperity and growth. Thrust into the ocean after the
"Big One" of 2004, Los Angeles is now ran by the world's leading
entertainment giants: Time Warner, Disney, Twenty-First Century Fox, Sony,
and Elenem Entertainment. Over the years, "The Big Five" cooperated
together to rebuild Los Angeles to its glory days. Hollywood and Vine, the
famous intersection was rebuilt, and the famous "HOLLYWOODLAND" sign was
re-erected. The residents of the island of Los Angeles ranged from the
very rich to the insanely rich. It is where anyone, who is anyone resides.
Especially those who have the money. Los Angeles is now, truly, the
glamour capital of the world.
This night, the streets of Los Angeles were quite. It was just one
of those lazy summer nights that were too hot to get fussy over anything.
None of the production companies were open, Rodeo Drive was closed, none of
the spas were open, and all of the island's residents were spending the
weekend relaxing on the island's seventy-mile stretch of beach. Well...
almost all of the residents...
"Lie down." A deep voice ordered. He was Angel Valmont. Tall,
blond, handsome, and rich, being Vice-President for Elenem Entertainment,
under James Lance Bass and Mariah Carey Kirkpatrick. As his young lover
laid himself down on the bed, Angel proceeded in taking off his clothes.
The young man watched, captivated by Angel's body. Not a single hair was
visible on his glistening, sun-tanned chest and well-defined pectorals with
their pinprick nipples.
"Okay, Angel," the youth said eagerly, with a hint of fear in his
voice.
"Take off your clothes," Angel again ordered.
His young lover began to remove his T-shirt and shorts, almost
stripper like, seducing Angel with his boyish beauty.
Angel's expression hardly changed but the sexy sparkle in his eyes
gave a hint of his enjoyment at the prospect of being seduced by and
attractive youth. After all, this boy was only eight-teen and pretty as
any young girl, prettier really. But what form that seduction would take
Angel had no idea. "It's time for a change," Angel thought. It was the
first time he would be the seduced and thought that it would be a lark to
try out. He didn't feel like working on this lazy summer night.
Having removed all his clothes, Angel took his place next to the
young adult. "Take the lead." Angel said sternly. A glimmer appeared in
the youth's eye as he changed positions. Crouching, the boy's naked body
so slim compared to Angel's, he parted Angel's thick thighs and knelt
between them, rubbing his palms over the smooth muscles, exploring their
formidable fortitude. Angel's cock began to stir, slowly rising; almost to
it's full potential.
His lover continued to keep his eyes locked into Angel's, mentally
seducing his magnificent man, eager to glimpse a glimmer of excitement. A
hint of heavy breathing. Something that would say his seduction was
arousing, stimulating, desired!
The boy pulled out a condom, Angel jumped slightly as his lover's
hand grasped his giant cock, clutching it tightly, his palm barely big
enough to encircle its circumference. "I see someone's been eating their
fill of spinach!" teased the youth, enjoying his newfound "power."
Angel didn't answer, only a hint of quickened breathing indicated
that he was becoming increasingly aroused. Angel continued being
submissive, knowing very well that he could take the initiative at any
given point, but then again... it was one of those lazy summer days. Why
work so hard? The boy, quick to sense Angel becoming turned on, bent his
head over the manly meal, parted his lips and sank his mouth as far as
possible down the shaft.
Angel almost stopped breathing, "He's pretty good for a first
timer," Angel thought to himself as such was the sensation which swept from
his groin to his gaping mouth as he watched his young lover's brunette head
bobbing brilliantly over the bulbous head of his cock, bombarding his brain
with sexual energy.
It was only a teaser. The boy had other plans; things he's seen in
porno's. Things he wanted to try out during his first time. Enough things
to keep Angel there all night!
He continued to suck the giant cock, occasionally pushing his
tongue deep into the slit, surprised how large that was and how much he
could sink into the soft opening. Whether Angel would speak, the youth
wasn't sure. He hoped he would. A grunt. A sigh. A whisper from that
deep, manly voice. Something to say that he was enjoying his seduction.
If he were to squeeze a sound from Angel's mouth, he decided, he
would have to do something special. He sank his teeth into the flesh, just
a nip. Angel squealed, his hands clutching the boy's head. The youth
pushed his mouth further toward Angel's pubic hair as if Angel had forced
his head down. The thickness of Angel's cock pushing his lips far apart.
It was a clever ploy because Angel's hands remained in place, foraging in
the mocha-colored strands, pushing the boy deeper and deeper onto his dick.
A sigh slipped from Angel's lips. He turned his head slightly to
look at the clock sitting on his nightstand. It was close to nine. Angel
knew that this, however much enjoyable it was, had to wrap up. He had
things to do after all.
The boy, content with the way he worked his lover's cock, scrambled
up the rigid torso and slammed his mouth with Angel's. Angel's tongue shot
down the youth's throat, who sucked it furiously.
Tongues darted between mouths. Two in the boy's. Two in Angel's.
All the while, the boy ran his palms over the blond spikes of Angel's hair.
Like a log under the boy's belly, Angel's cock rolled around as
body rubbed body, cock rubbed cock. So huge was Angel's prick that it
stretched from his lover's own pubics to a good two inches past his navel
and was at least twice the size.
Placing his hand between their bodies, the boy levered Angel's
penis from beneath his body and slipped it between his young thighs. The
monster slid between the crease of the boy's buttocks, dribbling pre-cum
between the cheeks.
The youth slid down Angel's tight body and unwrapped the condom
around his man's rigid cock, licking his lips in anticipation.
Seductively, leaving love bites as he went along, the boy moved up Angel's
body and sat upright, his pert rounded buttocks pressing on Angel's bush of
pubic hair, his legs straddling the solid stomach, knees bent into the
mattress. Angel's cock right at his lover's wanting ass.
Straddling the giant cock, the boy placed the head of Angel's cock
between the cheeks of his butt. Angel got the point and cupped his lover's
backside in his palm, his hardened biceps easily lifting the torso.
Carefully, he allowed the weight of his boy's own body to force the
buttocks over his massive cock, taking the load when the entry became
painful.
The boy's mouth was dry and he issued several sighs and gasps as he
began to accept more and more of the thick prick. After each new fraction
had entered his hole, Angel lifted the boy back to the head, and then
lowered him again allowing another centimeter to penetrate.
The boy now fucking under his own steam, completely in control,
Angel lying back and allowing his youth to seduce him, stimulate him,
keeping an occasional stare at the clock. "Cum already," he thought.
Raising his bottom to the point of withdrawing, the boy then pushed
hard into the base of the cock, his cheeks parting to their maximum width.
"He seems to be enjoying this." Angel thought. Blissfully, the boy
whimpered and sighed as he fucked Angel's cock. Deliberately he went deep,
then returned to bouncing over the head, then half way down, then deep
again. All the while, Angel grasped for the boy, desperately trying to
wrap his thick forearms around the lad's slender waist, to clutch the
hard-working buttocks so that he could fuck him properly. "Dammit boy!"
Angel screamed mentally.
Unable to take the suspense of the ultimate pleasure any longer,
Angel took control. He sat upright and grabbed his lover, turning him
over. This caught his young lover by surprise, but he didn't seem to mind.
This move actually sent the boy into a frenzy of sexual ecstasy. Angel was
now in power. He laid down on his lover's body. He continued pumping down
his lover's ass. The friction between their bodies sent the boy wild. He
could feel the cum collecting in his balls. Both their breathing heavied.
"Angel! I'm... I'm..." The boy panted
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP...
Angel quickly stopped his thrust. He looked across to the other
side of his room where his desk was located and noticed the light on his
phone was ringing.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP...
Angel pulled out of his lover's wanting ass and backed away. "I
better get that." Angel said flatly.
"What?!?!"
"The phone's ringing... I better go get it." Angel smirked as he
swaggered nude over to his desk. Angel's penthouse was lavishly decorated
in an art deco style. With black and navy blue being the color theme. As
Angel walked by the sliding glass door, leading out to his patio and it's
magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean, a cold ocean breeze blew in sending
shivers to run through Angel's naked body. The fluttering curtains lightly
draped Angel in its sheer fabric, softy feeling the goose bumps on his
skin, his tight ass, and his 9 inches of manhood. By the time he reached
his desk, the phone had already rung five times. Reaching over to turn on
his desk lamp with his right hand, his left hand reached for the phone.
Angel sat down in his chair and pressed the talk button.
"Hello?" Angel asked.
"Hello Angel? This is Mariah."
"Oh, hey Mar..."
"WHERE ARE THE PRESS PHOTOS OF LANCE AND DANIELLE!?!?! I need to
go over them and get them into "People" for next week's edition!"
"I don't know Mariah?"
"What do you mean you don't know? Dave from the graphics
department told me he gave them to you to give to me."
"Oh, I gave them to that intern... Sarah."
"You gave engagement photos of Lance and Danielle to an intern?
WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?!"
"Sorry Mariah... I'll call her to see if she still has them."
"No, I'll do it myself. Dammit Angel!
"I'm sorry Mariah..."
"Okay... it's fine. But I want to see you first thing tomorrow
morning in my office!"
"Yes ma'am. Anything else?"
"Has the script for the new Bond flick reached Christian Bale and
Sarah Michelle Gellar yet?"
"Christian accepted the role as Bond, but Sarah turned the part
down."
"Fuck! Just because she won 'Best Actress' three times in a row...
now she's 'too good' to be a Bond girl?"
"I guess so ma'am. But rest assured, I got another girl lined up,
and ready to do the job."
"Who?"
"Well, several... Natalie Portman said she'll do it, and so would
Christina Aguilera."
"Get Christina... she's got an exotic look."
"Will do Mariah, anything else?"
"No, that's all. Remember! Tomorrow morning! First thing!"
"Yes ma'am... night."
"Good night." Angel hung up the phone. He took another look at
his clock and decided that it was time for him to go. That is, until a
pair of arms came around his shoulders.
"Come on Angel... let's finish what we had going." The brown
haired teen asked, as he still remained on the floor with his legs spread
apart, seductively stroking his cock.
"Are you still here?" Angel asked in disgust. Angel stood up from
his chair and walked over to his closet. The boy followed.
"I'm gonna be here until you finish showing me how much you love
me." The teen stated as he grabbed Angel from behind, gently rubbing his
face on Angel's back.
"Me love you?" Angel busted into a wild fit of laughter. "When
the fuck did I ever tell you I loved you? Never."
"What?!?! But what about all this! What about the time we spent
together? What about... I GAVE MY VIRGINITY TO YOU ANGEL!!!!" The boy
shouted as he began to back away from Angel in shock.
"Awwww... and it was good while it lasted. Thank you.... now get
out." Angel commanded coldly.
"What?!?!?! Get out?" Tears were now filling up in the boy's
eyes.
"Get out."
"But I don't have anywhere to go!" He pleaded to Angel. Angel
just continued to get dressed.
"You can go back to your parents." Angel suggest as he buttoned up
his blue, oxford dress shirt and tied his gold tie.
"Is that some sick joke?!?!?!" The boy yelled as tears began to
stream down his face.
"Well, you don't have to go home but ya gotta get the hell outta
here!" Angel announced as he slipped his pants on.
"A... Angel..." The boy was hurt. He actually thought that Angel
loved him. Ignorance can really be bliss... But Angel's in his late 20s
and he's only 17. It never would've worked.
"Look, I had fun, just like you. But face it hon. you're just
another conquest for me. Another nameless face. Another notch on my belt.
Vapor. Never to be heard from again. I guarantee that in two days... I
won't even remember you." Angel explained frankly, knowing very well what
kind of impact his words were having to the young man.
"W... why... why are you using me like this?"
"Correction. Used. Past tense. I'm done with you."
"You used me? Angel... h... how can you do this to me! How can
you just throw me out of your life?" The teen tried his best to get his
thoughts together, but no. He was too hurt.
"Like this." Angel picked the young man up by his arm and walked
him over to the elevator.
"Nag... Angel! Let go! Put me down!!!" Angel pressed the down
button and the doors opened. Angel threw the teen inside, leaving him
there naked and sobbing. Angel then walked over to gather up the teen's
clothes and tossed them into the elevator with also. The door started to
close slowly, but Angel stretched out his arm to open the door again.
"Oh, don't think that you're going away empty handed. I know I got
something out of this sorted affair, and you did too, but just because I'm
such a nice guy..." Angel reached for his wallet, which he kept in a side
table by the elevator door and pulled out a cash card with 200 credits on
it. Holding it between his middle and index finger, he waved it in front
of the boy, as he was getting dressed, still sobbing. "Here, consider this
payment for a job well done. Not that well done, I mean, I didn't cum, but
you need some kind of payment." Angel tossed the card on the weeping teen
as he then closed the door and sent the boy down to the streets below.
Angel then casually walked back over to his phone. He pressed "#4"
on his speed dial and waited for an answer. "Pacific Towers Security.
State your complaint." A man answered on the other end.
"Yes, Security? This Angel Valmont from the 43rd floor penthouse.
Yes. I had just come home when a hoodlum ran into the elevator from my
penthouse, pushed me out, and went down with, I think a cash card
containing 200 credits. Will you please have him arrested? I'm placing
full charges for burglary and breaking and entering."
"Yes sir, there will be guards there when he comes out." The guard
guaranteed.
"Thank you so much! I don't know how I would be able to sleep at
night if it weren't for you and your comrades." Angel commented.
"We're just doing our jobs sir." The guard answered sheepishly.
"Well, know that I'm very grateful, thank you again."
"Our pleasure." Angel casually turned off the phone and finished
dressing.
As Angel stepped out of his bathroom, he was dressed sharply from
head to toe. Angel wore a navy blue suit, and bronze colored button-up
shirt and a bronze tie. His black shoes were shined to mirror quality.
Angel slowly strolled his way back over to his phone. He pressed #3 on his
speed dial and waited for a person to answer.
"Hello?" A man asked from the other end.
"Charles? Have the Beemer out in front for me. I'll be down in
ten minutes."
"Yes sir!" The valet replied.
Angel stepped into the elevator and pressed down. As the elevator
doors opened up to the lobby, Angel was greeted with flashing red and blue
lights coming from outside. Angel casually strolled though the lobby and
out the front door.
"ANGEL!!! ANGEL!!!" A faint, but familiar voice called out in the
distance as Angel continued towards his awaiting ride. "Officer, you don't
understand! I didn't steal these cash cards! Angel Valmont gave them to
me!"
"Sure thing... like Angel Valmont would give anything to something
like you."
"I'm telling you the truth officer! I know Angel Valmont!"
"Who doesn't?" The officer pushed the young man into the police
car as Angel watched his handy work unfold from behind the tinted glass of
his sports car. Then, with an evil laughter, Angel sped off towards the
city. Angel chuckled to himself for another five minutes, finding so much
pleasure in the pain of another.
*****
All the freaks that lurked in the shadows of the Island of Angels
were out in full force that night, and all gathered in a single room for a
horrifying ritual.
It was called Karaoke Night at The Grind.
Nestled on prime Sunset Boulevard real estate, The Grind was the
place to be if you were one of the young, rich, and famous. In contrast to
its Industrial theme, the club played nothing but pop and top forty music
with the occasional re-mix of the fore-mentioned genre.
Justin Timberlake sat in his office over-looking the club. He
tilted his chair forward to get a better view of the people dancing on the
rotating dancefloor, shaped like a gear. He envied them. "Innocent," he
thought. Taking a sip of tea that gave off a hint of Smirinoff, from a cup
he held in his right hand he leaned back and sighed. "So young... so full
of life..." Justin thought to himself as he watched another youth get
onstage to embarrass himself.
Swiveling his chair around he placed his cup of tea onto his glass
desk. "Close!" Justin yelled. Automatically, the blinds that opened up
the window over-looking the club began to retract slowly, and the door
leading to his office locked itself. "Today's the day. Today's the day I
lose another love of mine. Today's the day I lose Lance to Danielle."
Justin thought to himself. He raised his glass for a toast. "Here's to
you and the your love Lance, too bad it wasn't me." A tear began to form
in Justin's eyes. "If you only knew how much I loved you Lance... How
much I want to be with you throughout your life... How much..." Justin was
now sobbing uncontrollably. He took a final gulp of his tea and laid his
head on his desk as he slowly felt the affect of his beverage. "Next
time... one part vodka and two... two parts tea..." Justin slurred out as
his eyelids began to close.
"Justin! Justin!!!"
It was cold. Very cold.
A freak storm had come across the island of Los Angeles.
"Justin!!!" A female voice called out.
Justin searched around frantically in the water.
Waves splashing his face.
"Justin!!!"
From afar, he could make out a body, floating in the water, arms
flailing rapidly.
Justin quickly swam towards the person with all his might.
A hand stuck out of the water.
Justin grabbed it.
Not tight enough.
The waves began to grow, tossing and turning everything in its
path.
"Don't let go!!!" Justin yelled.
The hand griped his, but in vain.
A large wave hit.
"JUSTIN!!!!"
Darkness... Justin splashed and splashed... looking for a sign...
any sign...
Nothing.
All Justin could feel was cold.
It was cold... So very cold.
"Justin?" A female voice asked.
A column of light fell upon him.
He turned to see a hand.
"Justin?" The voice asked again.
"I'm here baby... I here..." Justin called out reaching for the
hand.
It moved back.
He lunged forward, still in the cold water.
It moved back.
"Why Justin?" The voice asked again.
"Why what?" Justin asked as he continued lunging for the hand.
"Why did you let me drown?"
"I... I..."
"WHY DID YOU LET ME DROWN!!!!"
"No... NO... NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Justin leapt up from his chair. Nothing. "It was only a
nightmare," he thought to himself. A nightmare that has been appearing off
and on in his sleep for the past three years. "I better just go home."
Justin thought as he gathered his composure. "Shut down procedure!"
Justin yelled. One at a time, everything in his room that used electricity
to run began to go off. Before the light went off, Justin reached behind
his door and grabbed his jacket. Within two minutes, the only light poured
into the dark room was from the hallway. Justin took one last glance and
closed the door.
Darkness.
*****
The bright lights of the city gleamed at night. Shinning over
everything, including Angel's BMW roadster as he drove by, top down. The
wind whipped through his hair as he sped towards his destination. Glancing
over to his dash, he noticed it was already 10:32 at night. "Shit!" He
stepped on the gas and hurried to his destination, running three red
lights.
Joey Fatone sang lightly to himself as he whipped the counter of
his coffee house, The Crossroads, clean. It was more than a coffee house
though. At Crossroads, you could get a cup of Joe, read a couple books
from the bookstore, log onto the ever-expanding Internet, or just mingle
with the colorful array of people that popped in. It was his baby. Right
across the street from The Grind, the nightclub he owned with his friend,
Justin.
Through out the years, Joey hasn't changed much. On the outside,
he gained a few more pounds. He's lost the six pack he use to have during
his days with 'N SYNC, but is still pretty stong. Joey's hair is back to
it's original color, has been since the day 'N SYNC called it quits, and he
still maintains a healthy looking goatee.
"...Ain't nothin' but a heart ache... Ain't nothin' but a
mistake... Somethin' somethin' somethin'.... I want it that way..." Joey
sang to himself. It was an old song; he knew that. And he also knew that
if any of his customers heard him sing that classic song, that he barely
remembered the words to, he'd feel really old. Joey finished off cleaning
the counter and was about to turn around and put away the towel when the
door swung open.
The light ringing of a bell drew everyone's attention to the couple
that was coming in. The first person was a man in his mid-twenties. He
was just wearing a plain, white T-shirt with blue jeans. His companion was
a young man in his teens. This guy was dressed a little more contemporary
in a ribbed, tight fitting, black sweater and gray twill pants. "Hey Joe!"
The older man greeted as he came into the cafe.
"Hu-HEY! Dave! So how are things at Elenem? Mariah workin' your
butt off?" Joey laughed.
"Actually, things have slowed down in every department, especially
in Graphics. All I had to do this week was to do some tweaking on the
Lance/Danielle engagement photos and send them down to the mailroom. It
seems like things around Elenem have slowed down in anticipation of Lance
coming here and bringing his part of the company with him." Dave informed
as he took a seat at the counter. His young companion did so too. David
Nicholas was the poster child for "tall, dark, and handsome" men. His tan
skin making his blue eyes glimmer.
"Yeah, I know." Joey commented as he turned to throw the towel he
had used to wipe the table in a plastic bin.
"How do you know?" Dave asked.
"Please... look around!" Dave, and the teen sitting next to him,
spun around on their stools and glanced at everyone around them. "They all
work for one of the Big Five. Every last one of them. I hear all and know
all." Joey chuckled.
"Well, Mister Know-It-All... What's Time Warner up to?" Dave
asked with a sly smile.
"Oh no! I remain neutral!" Joey laughed as he put up his hands in
defense.
"I guess it's only fair." Dave chuckled, joining Joey.
Joey then turned to the young man that followed Dave into
Crossroads. "So Ricky... I'm guessing you either want one of my special
blend, frozen cappuccinos or... you want to see my adopted son." Joey
smiled friendly.
"I came for the latter but I'd gladly take the former," Ricky
giggled.
Ricky Nicholas was Dave's younger brother. A young man, just on
the verge of eighteen. He had dark, black hair and an athletic build. His
eyes dazzled with a blue so bright that it would rival that of Justin
Timberlake's.
"I'll get him for you Rick, hold tight." Joey said as he slid
Ricky a plastic cup filled to the brim with frozen cappuccino.
Joey strolled to the back storeroom where Gavin was doing
inventory. He knocked on the door, trying hard not to interrupt Gavin as
he counted bags, upon bags of coffee beans, baking ingredients, and what
not. "Come in!" Gavin called out.
Joey opened the door to see a the body of his strapping, eighteen
year old foster son. Gavin Spencer had ashy-brown hair, light brown eyes,
and a body of swimmer. "Hey Gavin? How's it goin'?" Joey asked, peering
into the room.
"Almost done Uncle Joe, just a check of what we're keeping in the
refrigerator and I'm done." Gavin smiled. He, unlike most people, loved
his job. He loved working for his uncle. In his eyes, Joey Fatone was the
world. Joey was the one who brought him up after his family died and Gavin
felt grateful for that. He also loved the fact that Joey was so cool about
him being gay, sometimes even trying to find a suitable boyfriend for him;
although, it always ended up as a disaster. "Did you want something Uncle
Joe?"
"Yeah Gavin, I want you to take the rest of the night off. Your
boyfriend's waitin' on you!" Joey smiled.
"Ricky? Well... tell him to wait just a few more minutes." Gavin
asked as he opened the refrigerator door.
"Didn't you hear me boy!" Joey lovingly called out. He walked
over to the refrigerator and pulled his nephew's head out of it. "Your
man's outside; go! Have fun! I'll finish up when I close tonight." Joey
insisted.
"Bu... but... but..."
"No 'Buts...' Go!" Joey yelled as he pushed Gavin out of the
storeroom.
Ricky's eyes widened at the sight of his boyfriend appearing behind
the counter. "Hey you!" He greeted as he watched Gavin circle around the
counter and come out in front.
"Hey yourself." Gavin replied. He casually leaned forward and
placed a small peck on Ricky's lips. A smile grew on both of their faces.
"So where are you two off to tonight?" Joey asked, stepping out
from the back.
"Oh... just across the street." Gavin replied.
"The Grind? Again?" Joey asked?
"It's the only place worth going to Joey... It's the best!" Ricky
commented.
"See... I knew I liked you for some reason Ricky!" Joey laughed.
"Well, speaking of which," Gavin turned to his boyfriend, "Let's
go." The two strapping young men got themselves together and proceeded to
exit.
"Later Joey!" Ricky called out.
"Bye Rick!" Joey answered.
"Later Uncle Joe." Gavin bid.
"See you later Gavin, and don't stay out too late okay?"
"I know, I know." Gavin chuckled.
Dave watched as his brother Ricky left with Gavin to go dance the
night away, he too got off his stool and stretched.
"Don't tell me you're leaving too Dave." Joey sighed.
"Hey, it's been a long day." Dave smiled as he stretched.
"Oh alright... you take care now!" Dave waved good-bye as he
walked out and Joey resumed his business. He was just about to take care
of an order of cafe au late when the door to the coffee shop opened again.
"Forget somethin' Dave?"
"No, just came." A voice answered.
Joey turned around recognizing the voice was not Dave's, but of
another.
"Oh, it's you Angel." Joey greeting curtly, his mood obviously
taking a turn for the worse. There was something Joey didn't like about
Angel Valmont. Something about the tall, blond, Executive seemed wrong to
Joey.
"Aww Joey, not happy to see me?" Angel asked sarcastically.
"What do you want Angel?" Joey asked harshly.
"No, no... I want to know how you are. Here. In this coffee
shop, bookstore, etcetera... Quite the entrepreneur, aren't you?" Angel
asked, looking around the cafe.
"Business is great, better than ever. It may not be some high
rise, window office like yours, but it's a good job." Joey answered,
rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure it is Joey. Gives you lots of free time huh?" Angel
smiled, taking a seat at the cafe counter.
"Actually it does."
"So how are you spendin' this free time? Spendin' it with Remy?
Or Martin? Jack? Daniel?" Angel asked with a wicked smile.
"No Angel... I've stopped drinking." Joey said, tolerantly.
"That's right!" Angel exclaims sarcastically, "Doctor's orders
right? And we all know that Joseph Fatone is the epitome of health.
Aren't you due for another heart attack? Or is it another dose of
cirrhosis of the liver?" Angel watched in glee as he witnessed Joey's face
redden, "Face it Joey. You're a drunk. You've always been a drunk. And
you'll die because you're a drunk!"
"Mother... Get the FUCK out of my coffee house!!! Get out or I'll
kick you out." Joey shouted in anger. Angel knew the exact buttons to
push to piss Joey off, and he loved it. Angel didn't have anything against
Joey, as a person. Not really. He just didn't like the fact that Joey was
so close to Justin Timberlake. Since the day 'N SYNC parted ways, Joey and
Justin stayed close, even going into business with one another. Angel
didn't like this. He wanted Justin all to himself.
That's why he came to this area of the island at 10:30 pm. on the
dot. A few weeks ago, Justin was involved in a car collision and had his
license suspended. Angel was the first person to volunteer to take Justin
to, and from work. This arrangement is the foundation of Angel's
ever-continuing plan to make Justin his.
"Fine! Fine!" Angel sighed, raising his hands in defense.
"GET OUT! I DON'T CARE HOW FUCKIN' RICH YOU ARE! GET OUT!!!"
"Sorry ladies and gents, I have officially been kicked out. It
seems like our host would like some privacy with his Seagram's. Adieu
Joey. Have fun." Angel politely answered, making the tipsy motion with
his hand at his mouth.
Angel turned around and walked out of the cafe a little
disappointed that he didn't get to see the one person he rushed over here
to see.
Just then, the crowd over at The Grind parted like the Red Sea.
From behind the velvet rope, Angel could see a very handsome man. Tall,
chiseled, sexy, with blond, curly hair. He was wearing a royal blue silk
shirt; unbuttoned at the top to reveal a defined cleavage, under a gray
blazer, with gray slacks and black shoes. It was Justin. Justin
Timberlake... not walking too well. Angel rushed across the busy street
just in time to catch Justin before he fell and made a fool of himself.
"Whoa there neighbor..." Angel commented as he caught Justin in his
arms.
"Hu.. Hey Angel... watcha doin' here?" Justin asked, finally
feeling the full effects of his tea.
"Just hangin' around the Strip, but now it looks like I'll be
taking you home." Angel answered, smelling the liquor of Justin's breath.
"Jesus Justin! You're about as bad as Joey!"
Angel swung Justin's arm around his body and steadily walked him to
his Beemer, which was parked adjacent to Crossroads.
"Nah! I'm fine..." Justin wobbled as he walked, his legs not
propping his body up properly, "I'm cool... cool as ice! Yeah... ice...
is it cold here?" Angel held his arm tightly around Justin's tight body.
"I'm sure ya are, but... let's get you back to your place." Angel
smiled, getting an inkling of things to come.
"But the night's..." Angel threw Justin into the passenger seat of
his car. Angel then got into the drivers side. Reaching into his pocket,
Angel pulled out his set of keys. As he fired up the ignition, he began to
hear a quite whimpering coming from the passenger seat.
"Hey J. Are you okay?" Angel asked with concern as he placed his
hand on Justin's knee.
"I TRIED TO SAVE HER ANGEL!!! I TRIED SO HARD!!!" Justin sobbed,
placing his face in his hands as the tears started to flow from his crystal
blue eyes.
"I know... I believe you Justin. It wasn't your fault." Angel
comforted, rubbing his hand back and forth across Justin's tight thighs.
"What are you doing Angel?" He thought to himself. "Justin's hurting! If
you really love him, now would not be the time to seduce him!" Angel
regained his composure, removing his hand from Justin's thighs. He then
reached over Justin's shoulders and pulled the safety belt over him. After
doing the same to himself, Angel backed out of his parking spot, switched
to first gear, and made his way back to Pacific Towers on the well-to-do
north side of the island, the place where both he and Justin lived.
During the ride home, Justin turned his head away from Angel and
cried himself to sleep. It was a fifteen-minute drive. Hopefully, he
wouldn't get another nightmare. Hopefully...
*****
Lance could barely stand as he made his way back to the front of
the chapel. His world had been shattered thanks to his bride-to-be's
philandering. "How could you?" He whispered out, his voice weak from
swallowing his tears. His couldn't believe this! Lance began to feel his
legs becoming weak and took a seat against the wall of the hallway. He
pulled his legs up, and rested his elbows on his knees. With face in
hands, Lance began to reflect on his life with Danielle thus far. "Is it
really worth going through with?" He asked himself. "How long has she
been doing this with Howie and... God knows how many others?"
Suddenly he heard the tapping of heels on tile coming from around
the corner. He decided to not let this sorted affair get to the other
attendants of his wedding until he could decide whether to just excuse this
incident as a one time thing or call off the wedding. Lance quickly jumped
to his feet and re-adjusted his tux. He ran his hands over his face to
wipe away any stray tears that might have escaped his green eyes.
Looking up, he saw a tall, fair skinned woman in a bride's maid
dress with long, wavy, blond hair. "James! There you are!" The woman
frantically exclaimed, obviously ended a heated search for the groom.
"Hey Stacy." Lance greeted his sister, trying to hide the sorrow
in his voice.
"James, what are you doing here?" Stacy questioned. "You're
suppose to be out there."
"I... I..." Lance tried to explain, but nothing came out.
"Oh... uh huh... I get it. You, dear brother, are having cold
feet, aren't ya?" Stacy concluded, pointing at Lance.
"I... I..."
"James," Stacy began with a sympathetic tone, "I had the same
problem at my wedding. It's no biggie! Take a deep breath, swallow, and
march yourself to the altar." Stacy demanded lovingly.
Lance did as his older sister instructed, trying hard to not just
tell her to go back and check on Danielle. Still, he hadn't decided, so it
was out of the question. Or so he thought.
"Now that's a good groom. Go stand by your best man, JC while I go
fetch Howie."
"The only man I want to be on an altar with me is Justin," Lance
mumbled, "Wait... Howie?!?" Lance knew that he couldn't let his sister go
back there. "Stacy!" He shouted.
"Huh?" Stacy asked, turning around.
"Walk with me to the altar." Lance asked, distracting his sister.
"What about Howie?"
"I'm sure he'll come once he hears Cannon in D play." Lance
reassured.
"Yeah, he came with Danielle to every rehearsal. Plus I'm sure
Danielle would find him and bring him out." Stacy commented. Lance
remained mute, suppressing his anger and sorrow. "But Lance, don't you
want this day to be perfect? Howie sliding in might not go unnoticed."
"It's fine." Lance reassured, knowing very well that "perfect" was
the last word he would use to describe this day.
*****
As the elevator doors of the Pacific Towers, luxury apartment
building opened. Angel intimately helps Justin back home, which was right
across from his own. Justin was still in a stupor thanks in part to his
"special brew."
The two of them stood before Justin's door as he fumbled in his
pocket for a key card. "Want some help there, Justin?" Angel asked,
reaching down into Justin's pocket. It was one of those deep trouser
pockets. As his hand searched around, it grazed the length of Justin's
penis. Angel's eyes brightened to his discovery. Although flaccid, it was
at least three inches beyond the length of his fist, which delighted Angel
very much.
"Found it!" Justin exclaimed with a smile. "It was in my coat
pocket." He explained.
"Oh," Angel responded, taking his hand out of Justin's pocket.
With Justin's arm around his shoulder, Angel eased Justin down the steps
leading into the loft's living room.
Much like Justin himself, his apartment was very sleek and stylish.
Gold accented the entire room, which was painted a cream color.
Justin took his arm off of Angel and began to walk towards the
sofa. Flinging himself upon it, he grabbed a near by remote and pushed
power. Expecting the television to turn on, Angel was shocked to see a
fire burning in the fireplace. Justin stretched out on the sofa, kicking
off his shoes. "Have a seat Angel!" Justin invited.
"Sure thing." Angel made himself comfortable on what was left of
the sofa Justin was laying on. Moments with nothing said. Angel glanced
over to see Justin hissing as he rubbed his neck. "What's wrong Justin?"
Angel asked in concern.
"It's my neck again. The pain's back." Justin answered, still
rubbing his neck. The "pains" were a result of Justin's car collision.
It's not serious though, only an irritation.
"Here, let me loosen you up." Angel offered. "Get on your
stomach." Justin agreed and did as he was told, but after he took off his
shirt. Angel watched with desire as he watched the blue shirt come off the
object of his desire. Angel almost lost his composure as Justin revealed
his rock hard pecs with pinprick nipples and rock hard abs. As Justin turn
around, Angel continued to watch as Justin's back muscles flexed and relax.
Angel slowly moved up Justin's body, straddling his hips. Slowly, Angel
reached for Justin's shoulders. With ample pressure, Angel began to work
on Justin's tight neck and shoulder muscles.
As Angel rubbed his upper body, Justin gave off several moans of
pleasure. "You have hands of magic Angel!" Justin complemented as he
followed with another moan. Angel was no doubt rock hard by now. His cock
giving off the impression of a tent in his pants. Fearing that Justin
would feel his cock spring up, Angel slowly lifted himself from Justin's
body, still keeping a firm grip on his shoulders.
The two continued for several minutes more. Justin, in a state of
bliss as Angel remained in his state of torture. Angel stared intensely at
Justin's backside. His curly blond hair, tight back muscles, and ass. The
temptation was too great. Having this moaning Adonis in front of him,
drunken of bliss was too much. Angel slowly bent down gently kissed Justin
on his back. His lips pressing ever so softly.
Slowly, his kisses began to get more intense. Angel stopped
massaging Justin and focused on his kissing. He moved down to the small of
his back and back up to Justin's neck. "More Angel... Give me some more!"
Justin moaned, turning his head to kiss Angel.
Justin turned his body to lay on his back as Angel stood and took
off his shirt. He laid back down upon Justin and began licking down his
cleavage. Then sucking and giving small bites on his nipples. Justin
grabbed Angel's head, running his fingers though the blond, spiky hair.
"Make.. Angel..." Justin moaned, too overcome with pleasure to get a
sentence out.
Angel; however, knew what Justin wanted and reached down to
Justin's belt buckle. Angel's mouth began to water with delight in
anticipation of what he was to receive. Angel slowly slid down the zipper,
revealing a patch of Justin's light brown pubic hair and the head of the
most gorgeous cock he had ever scene. Angel stuck out his tongue, hoping
to pick up the first drop of pre-cum when...
"Angel!!!!"
"DAD?!?!?!"
*****
A string ensemble, perched upon the upper balcony began to play
Cannon in D Minor, by Bach as Lance took his place beside the minister. In
the foyer, every bride's maid was arm in arm with her assigned groomsman.
Monica, Maid of Honor, arm in arm with Joshua Chasez, the Best Man. Stacy
with her husband, and Brandy with... with...
"WHERE'S HOWIE?!?!?!" Brandy screamed feverishly. "He's already
Justin's replacement, and he can't even show up on time? The damn music's
started!" Brandy yelled.
Slowly, the doors leading into main chapel began to open. Brandy
was getting tense. She stepped further back, avoiding the eyes of the
congregation. Monica was the first one to go; still feeling worried about
her best friend and the missing Howie. Before leaving, Monica whispered to
Brandy, "If he's still not here when it's your turn... girl, the show must
go on." Brandy nodded.
Stacy and her husband were the next couple to go. It was almost
time for her and Howie to go, minus Howie. Suddenly, the sound of
footsteps rung through out the hallway. From afar, Brandy to see Howie
running frantically to her. He was still tucking in his shirt by the time
he reached her. Brandy angrily took his arm and the two took their places
at the door. As she and Howie followed the others in kissing each other at
the altar, before taking their places on stage, Brandy pulled Howie's ear
to her mouth. "You do know you're gonna hear from me after the ceremony,
don't you?" A small sense of fear over came him as he took his place next
to JC.
The string ensemble softly ended their piece to let the organ
player come in with the traditional wedding march. In unison, the entire
congregation stood from their seat. The large, ornate oak doors leading
into the main chapel again opened. Stepping down the isle, Danielle wore a
stunning white dress with a huge train. Lance stood in pain, trying to
hide it the best he could, as he watched Danielle approach the altar.
"Don't you think the white dress is a bit of a stretch?" Brandy
whispered to Monica, who snickered in response, until the two caught Lance
looking their way. They regained their composure and apologized to Lance.
"Don't be." He mouthed back.
Monica and Brandy looked at each other in confusion as Danielle
took her place next to Lance.
In unison, the entire congregation took their seat. All eyes were
now focused on Lance and Danielle. The minister presiding over them was a
stout, old man with a paternal like quality.
"Dearly beloved," he began, "We are gathered here this glorious day
to witness the marriage of James Lance Bass to Danielle Fischelle." Lance
began to sweat. It was now or never. Could he trust Danielle and let her
affair go as an isolated incident? Or should he stop the wedding now
before it gets too late. "If there are any present how feels as though
these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or forever hold your
peace." Heads nonchalantly turned, looking around the chapel to see if any
one had any objections to this union. Lance took in a deep breath, trying
to muster up the courage to denounce this false union. "James Bass and
Danielle..." The minister began his sermon.
"Damn!" Lance mentally cursed himself for not saying something.
As the minister continued, Lance was in a daze, not letting a
single thing absorb into his mind. He was too worried about what his
future would hold. Danielle was un-faithful! There was no reason on God's
green earth, why he should let this continue. She would only hurt him
again.... Lance was in torment. "I wish Justin was here." Lance thought
to himself. "Justin would know what to do. He always has the right
answers." A tear began to form in his eyes as memories of Justin filled
his head. "Justin! Where are you? Don't you know I love you? Don't you
know I need you? Justin..." Lance wanted to scream. He wanted to denounce
Danielle for what she's done to him, with Howie.
"Danielle, do you take James? For richer or poorer? In sickness
and health? 'Till death do you part?" With eyes beaming, Danielle
answered,
"Yes."
"James, do you take Danielle? For richer or poorer? In sickness
and health? 'Till death do you part?" Lance looked around feverishly. He
looked at his sister, Brandy, and Monica. Turning to JC for support, all
he got was a facial expression urging him to answer "yes." He then looked
to his brother-in-law and received the same expression. Then he glanced to
Howie, standing as if he had done nothing wrong. "That' s Justin's spot
you bastard!" Lance scolded mentally.
"Lance hon?" Lance turned to see Danielle tapping his arm.
"Aren't you going to answer?" Lance could only mumble, nothing
particularly making a complete word. "Lance? Don't you love me?"
Danielle asked.
"I... I..." The words would not form for him.
"I love you."
"James?" the minister asked, "Your reply?"
"I... I..."
*****
To be continued...
*****
Well, there you go. The first chapter. I really hope you liked
it. If you read the older version of "After 'N SYNC," you probably noticed
that I basically cropped that whole series and placed bits and pieces of it
into this one, really long chapter. If you didn't read the older
version... well, I hoped you like it too. I know It's a bit of a stretch
to write about 'N SYNC's future, but hey. I have artistic license and I'm
running with it until my legs fall off! Hehehe... Send all comments to
vihoa@aol.com
Also, my senior year of high school has been really hectic, so this
story will be on a monthly installment, hopefully one things start to
smooth out, that time length will ease up.
Oh, if JM is reading this. Feel free to do one of your reviews. LOL
*The following statement is just FYI. It might make some people hate me,
but for some strange reason, I want this to be known... I think its
"Big-headed Syndrome." Don't get all, "Oh, so what? Does he want a prize
for it now or something?" To quote Janet Jackson... "Everyone has the
need to feel special..." I guess I'm writing this as my need to feel
special.*
During my absence, I also noticed a few "future stories." Well,
good luck to them all, they're all very good, especially "All Grown Up."
Kudos to the author of that story. But still... not to toot my own
horn... Well why not? Artistic license, right? Plus "Big-headedness" is
second nature for me. It's a bad habit, but it's me. Anyways... I was
the first person to write about the future, thank you!
I'm fully aware of how conceited that must have sound so DEAL! LOL
lighten up! Sense of humor much? It's the holidays. I know most of y'all
are just ready to get the hell out of that building called school just like
me.
Peace be with you!
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and the rest of it. (^_^)
Phil